Chapter 21: Quahog F4
After Stewie agreed to help, the two discussed the specific process in detail.
However, Chris mostly listened to Stewie, as he had no idea what to do.
But he still needed to confirm the most crucial information.
"So, you need at least two days to build the machine, right? During these two days, I shouldn't have any problems, should I?"
"Oh ho ho! Don't worry, extraordinary creatures aren't that fragile. Whales can survive for several days after beaching themselves.
In your current state, you're just malnourished at most. Living for seventy or eighty years won't be an issue."
Stewie's explanation made Chris even more speechless. So, his previous thought that he was on death's door was completely him overthinking it!
Having learned from being tricked by Stewie before, Chris was more careful this time and didn't fully believe what Stewie said. He just secretly noted down the information Stewie gave him, preparing to observe it himself.
Otherwise he'd be played for a fool again, and then he would really have to wonder if he was Chris who'd arrived from another world, or if Chris had just inherited the memories of someone from another world.
"Alright! Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go downstairs and talk to Mom. I was too flustered earlier and scared her."
"Tsk tsk tsk, go on, go on! Go and smooth things over with that woman properly! It would be best if you put on a show of deep mother-son affection with her, then I wouldn't have to go to the movies."
As soon as Lois was mentioned, Stewie became sarcastic, not even bothering with his disguise, saying many inappropriate things.
Fortunately, Chris's attention wasn't on that. He just assumed Stewie spoke that way because he had issues with Lois, and didn't realize that the brotherly affection between them now was also intentionally faked by Stewie.
After all, the little guy's goal was very clear: to have fun at Chris's expense.
For this, he was willing to provide Chris with all assistance except actually keeping him safe!
Watching Chris go downstairs, Stewie patted his chest and chuckled mischievously, "My dear brother, let me see which world is suitable for you?"
The wicked Stewie began to brainstorm, carefully listing worlds that could both prank Chris and not put him in actual danger.
But as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed the little teddy bear he had left aside.
"Oh, Rupert! Did I scare you just now? I'm really sorry, it's all my fault."
Distracted by his 'companion', Stewie immediately shifted his attention and temporarily couldn't be bothered to scheme against Chris.
Stewie, having recovered some of his childlike essence, happily pulled the teddy bear and climbed into the crib. He was going to finish the tender moment that Chris had interrupted earlier...
Because Stewie was busy bonding with Rupert, Chris unknowingly escaped a disaster.
At this moment, Chris was getting beer for Peter's friends. The four had returned from a fishing trip and were happily chatting.
Handing out the beers one by one, Chris secretly compared them to their animated counterparts.
The most obvious was naturally Joe, the paraplegic superman. He sat calmly in his wheelchair, smiling as he took the beer Chris offered.
"Thanks, Chris!"
"You're welcome. Seeing how happily you're chatting, you must have had a great catch, right?"
"Haha, of course!"
Quagmire, wearing a red Hawaiian shirt, gesticulated excitedly. His overly enthusiastic demeanor couldn't hide his handsome face, which was why he never lacked female companionship.
Speaking of which, Quagmire began to gesture, describing the interesting stories from their fishing trip. "When that monster was pulled out, the four of us were stunned. We couldn't believe we had actually caught it.
It's safe to say that if it weren't for Peter's weight on the boat, that monster would have long since swum away without a trace."
"Hey, don't forget Joe's contribution. Without his effort, the three of us alone couldn't have reeled that thing in."
Cleveland saw Quagmire talking so animatedly and reminded him not to forget Joe's help.
But Joe didn't mind, holding his beer and chuckling, "Don't worry about it. Even without my help, I believe you could have still caught that big fish."
"Hehehe, Joe, although you're right, your contribution was indeed the greatest. So that fish should be yours!"
Chris looked at Peter in surprise. When did this fat guy become so generous?
According to his usual behavior, shouldn't he be mocking Joe and taking all the credit for himself?
The moment Peter finished speaking, before Joe could even open his mouth to refuse, Quagmire eagerly interjected, "Don't do that, alright! We agreed that monster was mine, you can't break your promise!"
As soon as Quagmire spoke, Chris suddenly understood.
He knew it!
When would this humanoid species, Peter, ever do something genuinely nice?
Turns out he was using someone else's property to make himself look good!
"That's right, Peter! Quagmire already traded taking us on a free plane ride for this big fish, you no longer have the right to give away this fish."
Cleveland added again.
Hearing Cleveland's words, Peter slapped his head, as if suddenly remembering, and complained, "Oh, crap! I forgot again, my bad!"
His buddies were all used to Peter's behavior.
They all knew Peter was an idiot, so they didn't blame him.
Even Joe actively chimed in to help, saying, "It doesn't matter, I don't even like eating fish. I don't have a big enough fish tank at home to keep it, so that fish is useless to me anyway."
As he spoke, Joe's expression suddenly became strange. He looked Quagmire up and down, his lips moving as if to ask something.
But Joe, considering their friendship, decided not to ask when the words were on the tip of his tongue.
Peter, however, wasn't so tactful. He blurted it out.
"Hey, Quagmire, what are you going to do with that big fish? Keep it in a fish tank?
Or are you going to make sushi? If you're throwing a dinner party, remember to call us!"
"Uh...!"
Quagmire's face stiffened. He suddenly didn't know how to reply.
After all, the reason he acquired that monster was truly hard to say out loud.
After a long silence, Quagmire vaguely said, "The big fish's meat hasn't reached its peak quality yet. When it's ready to be made into a meal, I'll let you know."
Seeing Quagmire's insincere expression, and knowing his character, the others all had stiff faces, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Only Peter was as happy as an idiot, actually wanting to try something specially prepared by Quagmire.
"Oh, yeah! I'm really looking forward to it now!"
Chris, beside him, covered his face in exasperation. No wonder Stewie looked down on this fat slob. Did this guy's brain get swapped with Brian's?
Noticing that things were heading in a weird direction, Joe quickly changed the subject.
"Hey, Chris. Have you been working out recently? I see a big change in you, your physique is almost as good as mine."
Hearing Joe talking to him, Chris removed his hand from his face, understood his meaning, and immediately cooperated, "Yes, I work out in the school gym. They have free air conditioning there."
"Wow, that's great! I'd say, young guys should build strong physiques, so they can protect themselves when danger comes."
"..."
Chris didn't know how to answer Joe's words for a moment.
According to his thinking, when danger comes, one should run away or find help.
Not foolishly confront it.
He thought the same way when he realized he'd encountered the Creeper earlier, but unfortunately, he was immediately punished and cornered in the basement by the monster.
Otherwise, according to Chris's plan, he would have gone to the police or a gun store, gotten heavy firepower, and then dealt with that thing.
Fortunately, the Creeper didn't know how formidable he was and, due to carelessness, was directly killed by Chris.
Joe saw Chris didn't reply and thought Chris strongly agreed with him, so he continued, "Of course, just having a strong physique isn't enough. You also need the technique to use your own strength effectively.
If you're willing, you can come to me to learn some combat skills.
It's free!"
His intuition told Chris that Joe seemed to have misunderstood something, but his words also made Chris think. He indeed needed to learn some techniques to use his own strength properly.
"I'll consider it!"
"OK! Then that's all for today. My stomach is bloated from drinking, so I'll go back and take care of business first."
With that, Joe pushed his wheelchair and left.
After Joe left, Quagmire and Cleveland also left one after another, leaving only the soundly sleeping Peter and Chris who was tidying up the room.
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